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"I am the last of the ladies Carruthers but I have made a forfeit of that destiny and I must go out in the night again in man's attire to a death that will tear asunder the tender flesh that you have borne. Good-bye!"
Carruthers has found by careful measurement that the volume of the fossil spores did not exceed that of the recent club-moss, a fact of some geological importance, as it may help to explain the facility with which these seeds may have been transported by the wind, causing the same wide distribution of the species of the fossil forests in Europe and America which we now observe in the geographical distribution of so many living families of cryptogamous plants.
Oh, Evangeline, won't we all be happy to have Carruthers cured of his poor little deafness o' hearing! I know the doctor, and he knows ears! We'll trust him, Evangeline. He will do everything in the world there is to be done. And we'll stay at home and pray." "Pray!" cried Evangeline. Her little thin face lifted to the blue heavens.
By the end of tea we were as old friends. Mr. Carruthers got more and more polite and stiff, and finally jumped up and hurried his guest off to the smoking-room. I put on such a duck of a frock for dinner one of the sweetest, chastened simplicity, in black, showing peeps of skin through the thin part at the top.
But there are curious and suggestive details about the case, Watson." "That he should appear only at that point?" "Exactly. Our first effort must be to find who are the tenants of Charlington Hall. Then, again, how about the connection between Carruthers and Woodley, since they appear to be men of such a different type? How came they BOTH to be so keen upon looking up Ralph Smith's relations?
He made some indifferent answer, and as he did so, he thought to himself: "Can it be possible, that with a chance of winning this lovely girl one of the richest heiresses in London that Basil Carruthers has given his heart to some worthless creature, who has spent his money and helped him to prison?" A question that, if our readers will kindly follow us, we will answer in the succeeding chapters.
Carruthers spoke cheerfully, but he could not keep the anxiety out of his face. "You must have suffered a deal lately," he said pityingly. He had not forgotten what Lady Anne had done for him and his Mildred. She had been their faithful and kind friend from that propitious day when he had picked Mary Gray from under the feet of the tram-horses.
I recognized the detested voice of my bete noir, Alick Carruthers, thick as might be expected of the dissipated dog, yet daring to stutter out her name. And then I heard, without catching, her low reply; it was in answer to the somewhat stern questioning of quite another voice; and from what followed I knew that she had never fainted at all. "Upstairs, miss, did he? Are you sure?"
I blamed him, told him the consequences how his life would be useless to him after this, but he only smiled; my words made no impression on him; he evidently derived comfort and support from some source known to himself and no others." "And is it possible?" asked Lady Carruthers, with ghastly face; "does he lie in prison now?"
Her momentary spurt of wrath at the kicking of her brother had died away, and she wished she had thought of doing it herself. How splendid he looked, she felt, as she watched Ramsden striding up to the club-house just like Carruthers Mordyke after he had flung Ermyntrude Vanstone from him in chapter forty-one of "Gray Eyes That Gleam". Her whole soul went out to him.
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